I am sitting on the floor in the flat I was born. The year is 1949. The cat is ours, but I have forgotten the name. The man I am talking to is my uncle, the guy I got my name Trygve from. He emigrated to USA sometime around 1930, but paid us several visits before he died some years ago. He lived north of Chicago, from were my interests for US gangsters grew.
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